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PHILADELPHIA 



FAIR PLAY 

A Play for Boys in Two Acts 



By 
CLIFTON LISLE 

Author of*'A Scout's Ho?ior 




PHILADELPHTA 

THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY 

1917 



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FEB -8 1917 

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CAST OF CHARACTERS 

*' Warhorse " McGeely . . The Rockby School coach 
Jack Wintley . Right end of the Rockby Eleven. A Scout 
Bob Campbell . Captain and full-back of the Rockby Tea7n 
Harry Painter .... Quarter of the Rockby Team 
** FuXY " Jones . . . Substitute right end for Rockby 

Bill Patterson Guard for Rockby 

Charlie Smith . . Left tackle for Far dale, A Scout 
Mr. Lawson The u7?ipire 

Rockby players, substitutes, linesmen, rooters, spectators^ 
etc., as many as desired. 

Time of Playing. — About one hour. 

STORY OF THE PLAY 

On the eve of the great Fardale game, VVarhorse McGeely, 
coach of the Rockby School football team, directs the boys 
to "lay for" Smith, the opposing tackle, and by foul play 
put him out of the game. Bob Campbell, captain of the 
team, approves, but Jack Wintley refuses. The coach 
exerts pressure, but Jack will not break his Scout Oath even 
to win the game. VVarhorse McGeely then accuses him of 
being " yellow," and finally in anger orders him to the side- 
lines during the game. Foxy Jones, the substitute end, 
takes Jack's place, agreeing to carry out the foul. In the 
second half of the game it appears that the Fardale team is 
aware of the Rockby signals. Bob Campbell sprains his 
ankle. Foxy Jones is put off for slugging. Jack is accused 
by Foxy of betraying the signals. Finally, as a last resort, 
Jack is put in, knowing that the others regard him as dis- 
loyal. He plays hard, clean football, however, and his 
touch-down wins the match. In the end, it is discovered 
that the Fardales had learned the signals purely by chance. 



COSTUMES 

Warhorse McGeely. Act I. Rather loud check suit, 
Norfolk jacket, sporty tie. Act IL Same as Act I, with 
sweater and cap. 

Mr. Lawson. White sweater, cap, knickers or trousers. 

The Boys. Act I. Diversified schoolboy clothes, such 
as jackets, blazers, caps, etc. Act II. Same as Act I, with 
exception of the players, who are in regulation football togs. 
Have the Rockby team wear sweaters or Jerseys of the same 
color or design. 

DIRECTIONS 

It should be noted in Act II that the game of football is 
represented as taking place off stage rear, not actually on 
the stage itself. The audience can readily follow the game 
by the words and actions of the players, etc., who are 
watching it from the training house window. Great care is 
needed to make the game sound as realistic as possible. 
The umpire's voice and whistle, the calling of the signals, 
the cheering, should be rehearsed until the right sounds can 
be produced so as to sound near at hand, or far off. There 
should be a special prompter with the "rooters " offstage, 
to give cues for cheers, etc. If the stage direction be 
cleverly handled and sufficient snap be put into the cheer- 
ing off stage, this entertainment should offer no difficulties 
to any group of boys who have ever taken part in a football 
match. 

PROPERTIES 

For Warhorse McGeely. A piece of chalk. 

For Campbell. Note-book. 

For Foxy Jones. A piece of yellow paper, with writing 
on it. 

For Mr, Lawson. A whistle. 

For the Boys. Head-guards, nose-guards, blankets, 
sweaters, a football, two line-staffs, several buckets of 
water, etc. 



SCENE PLOT 



EXTERIOR BACKING 
DOOR WINDOW_ 




SCENE.— The training-room in the Rockby School gym. 
Table and chairs, down r. Bench, k. and up k. Bench, 
up L., beneath the window. Blackboard, down l. En- 
trance, up L. c. Window, up c. Or door and window may 
botli be R. or both l. If possible, have the entrance in the 
form of a step upward into the room. Picture of team, 
trophy flags and cups, etc., for decorations. Football togs, 
sweaters, etc., here and there, in the wings from pegs or 
hooks. A suit-case or two lying about. A few loose boards 
outside the doorway will serve the purpose of a porch and 
make the proper clatter, as the boys troop in over them on 
their cleated shoes. 



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ACT I 

SCENE. — The training-room in Rockby School gy7n. Late 
afternoon. Door and window closed. 

(As the curtain rises, "VVarhorse" McGeely, the foot- 
ball coach, is discovered talking ivith Captain Bob Camp- 
bell and Harry Painter, the quarter-back. McGeely 
stands doivn l., poi filing at the blackboard on which he 
has Just diagrajmned a play by tiumbers, lines, etc. Camp- 
bell sits at right side of table, down r., tilting back his 
chair. Painter stands r., back of table, hands in his 
blazer pockets, studying the blackboard carefully.') 

McGeely {tapping the board). Say, do you get this — 
6, i6, 87, 71, II? Eh? 

Campbell. Go on, Warhorse, old top, we had that 
fossil read, learned, inwardly digested and forgotten way 
back in Second Form days ! What do you iliink the Far- 
dales are — infants ! (Hums impatiently to himself.) Oh, 
Casey Jones on a stormy night, tried to get to Heaven on 
the tail of a kite 

Painter. Cut it out, Bob! {To McGeely.) I see. 
That's to be tried only on fourth down and a lot to gain. 
The Fardale fellows have the very pink of a back-field, 
though, when its comes to handling punts. 

McGeely. That's it, Painter, exactly ! Never try a 
kick or this trick, here {tapping board), till you've reached 
fourth down and bucked your halves and full-back to pieces 
on a stone- wall line that won't bend or break! Get me? 
Say, Bob, cut the high stuff, can't you ! What do you 
think this is ? 

Campbell {humming). The kite string broke and Casey 
fell ! He didn't go to Heaven, but he tumbled — down a 
well ! 1 said I understood the play all right. Show us 
something real ! 

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Painter. I'm more afraid of their left tackle, Warhorse, 
than the whole bunch put together. They say he's a regu- 
lar bearcat at ripping interference ! Runs so fast his own 
men can't keep ahead of him, but the other fellows can't 
catch him, so what's the diff ? 

McGeely. You both are wise to this, are you? {Taps 
board.) On fourth down only with a lot to go? 

Painter. Sure, old Warhorse, clear as mud ! I gave 
them a lot of it in practice to-day. 

Campbell. Now for the hot stuff ! Show us something 
nifty, some of your old tricks, Warhorse, that don't need 
any outside practice. Remember how you told me about 
the game you won by the substitute stunt in the twilight ? 

(McGeely rubs out the diagra7?i.) 

Painter. That sure was pie on Easy Street ! Twelve 
men in the play at once and ihey never knew it ! Say, 
Warhorse, what would the ump have done if he'd got wise? 

McGeely (Jurfiing a?ig?i/y frojfi the board). Just what 
Pm going to do to you if ever 1 hear of that again ! Can't 
you lake a joke? Can't you keep a thing two minutes with- 
out blabbing all over the place? Call yourselves football 
men, do you? Well, you're pretty punk ! 1 was only bull- 
ing ! Just kidding you along about that trick ! {Laughs.) 
You're pipes, you two are ! Some easy pickles ! 

Painter. 1 only asked what the ump would have said ! 
Needn't kick over the traces ! 

McGeely. Now see here, Harry, and you, too, Bob, 
Pm a fair and square coach, 1 am, if 1 do joke a bit at 
times. I'm getting good and tired of you two squealing 
about what the ump would say, just because I pulled your 
leg a bit about tricks. Good and tired ! Understand ? 
Cut it out ! 

Campbell. Keep your shirt on, Warhorse! {Winks.) 
We're wise and mum's the word. Still, you've got to win 
to-morrow, you know, if you're to come back next year as 
coach. Pvegotto win this game, too. It'smy last at Rockby. 

Painter. I'd bet anything we'd win hands down if it 
weren't for that Smith. He's some tackle ! 

McGeely [suddenly becoming better humored). Quit 
worrying about their tackle, Harry, old top. This game's 
cinched now, if you tvvo'll just sit still and listen to your 
Uncle Dudley. I didn't mean to jaw you so hard, but I 



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can't stand for the crooked stuff. I'm square, I am ! That's 
my middle name ! 

Painter. We're wise, Square Hoss ! (^Laughs.') Let's 
have it. 

Campbell {brijiging his chair iiow?i on its four legs ivith 
a bang). Crissy-cross our hearts. Go on, Warhorse, show 
us something we can stage without practice — something 
that'll lick tar out of Fardale to-morrow ! It'll mean the 
coaching for you next year — with a raise ! 

McGeely. You two are all right, 1 guess. Some fellows 
can't understand this game at all, calling a fellow crooked 
when he's square as a dollar. Now see here, where's Jack 
Wintley ? He ought to be in by now. Where's Foxy Jones, 
his sub at end? 

Campbell. I told them we'd be here in the training- 
room right after practice. 

Painter. Jack's gone down in the bus to meet the 
Fardales. They spend the night in the village, and Jack 
knows a fellow on the team. Both Scouts or something. 

McGeely {leaving the board and crossing over to the 
table doivn r.). Let me see, there's you two, you're sports. 
Foxy's all right. Jack VVintley'll do with a bit of handling. 
That's all I told to come to this confab. Now you're wise 
to real football, the college sort, you two? {They nod.) 
Eh ? Now then, you've got to v/in this game, haven't you ? 
(JSits down facing Campbell, tapping on the table.) Win 
it, that is, by good, hard playing, fair and square, mind ! 
What's it to be — football or a pink-tea licking from the Far- 
dalfs? It's up to you ! 

Paintek. Make it football, Mac, hard as you please. 
Pm with you ! 

Campbell. This is my last game, and Pm captain ! 
Say, Warhorse, make it football, if it means gates-ajar and 
a flower anchor — {laughing) for the other side ! 

McGeely (^bending over table toward Campbell and 
speaking rapidly). Righto! Sit down, Harry. (Painter 
sits at table.) We understand each other, I guess? ( They 
nod.) I have to win as you say, Bob, if I'm to coach here 
next year. Well, we can't win with that tackle of theirs 
tearing our interference all to bits ! We simply cannot win. 
That's all there is about it ! 

Campbell {very deliberately). We're going to win, do 
you hear ! Tackle or no tackle, we're going to win ! 



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McGeely (^sud(ietily). Ah, but that's the point ! Tackle, 
we lose sure ; no tackle, we stand a chance. Savey ? 

{^Leaiis back in his chair smiling to himself,^ 

Painter. I said all along Smith was the danger. What's 
to be done? Can't very well poison his soup ! 

Campbell {looking suddenly at McGeely). You said 
food:)all and pink teas, didn't you, Mac? Hum, you mean 
they're different — eh? 

McGeely {siuiling and drawling'). Pre-cisely ! Say, 
Bob, you always did have more than your hair above your 
shoulders. Shouldn't wonder if you were to make good 
some day on a real team ! Now at college, they always 

Painter {interrupting). What's the point ? Planning 
to have the poor boob break training? Say, Warhorse, 
what's the game ? 

McGeely. Not break training exacdy, eh. Bob? Not 
break training ! 

Campbell. Suppose somebody forgets himself now and 
then, and slaps Mister Smith on the wrist ? 

Painter. Oho ! I begin to see light ! What's it to be, 
Warhorse, brass-knuckles or sand-bags? 

Campbell. Don't talk like a teapot, Harry ! Just lis- 
ten. All right, Warhorse, we both see that there's a differ- 
ence in the way of playing football. And between to-mor- 
row's score and this left tackle chap — well, go on ! We're 
wise so far, but I'm blessed if 1 see what's next. 

McGeely. That's the game to a dot ! We can't win 
with Smith at tackle. Without him, we stand a chance. 
All right, eliminate Smith. It's our only dope. 

Campbell. Of course ; but how ? I mean the details. 
At college, now, what'd they do? 

McGeely. Listen ! When Jack Wintley comes in, you 
put it to him. Bob, and I'll back you up with the details. 
Get me? Be sure to give it to him straight, just good hard 
football. Plenty of knocks in one spot. Concentrated 
effort, that's the ticket ! St e? Jack's right end. He can 
deliver the goods during the scrimmage. Tell him to let 
everything else slide, except Smith. {Pounds table.) He 
must do it early and he must do it for keeps ! No death- 
bed recovery in the last quarter ! 

Campbell. We're on ! Oh, you old Warhorse, isn't the 



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School just going to do some tall cheering for us to-morrow, 
when we've trimmed the stuffings out of 'em ! 

McGeely. Cut the crowing, Bob, till the chicken's 
hatched ! It might stay a goose-egg in the score, you 
know !• 

Campbell. I'll talk a lot about fair play to Jack. That'll 
tickle him, 1 expect. 

McGeely. Hope nobody else butts in. Where the deuce 
are they ? {Looks at his watch.) 

Painter. Bill Patterson may come. He's thick as can 
be with Jack and all this Scouting stuff. Foxy'd be here 
now unless he went to the station, too. 

McGeely. Foxy's all right; I want him. I'll get rid 
of Patterson, if he butts in. Scouts, are they ? Hum ! 
Salvation Army sort of thing, isn't it? You do the talking, 
Bob, you're captain. 

Campbell. I wish it weren't old Jack, though. He's 
such a good-natured chap, it's hard sometimes to get him 
mad enough to do any good. Can play football though — 
down to the ground ! 

Painter. Isn't Warhorse the clever one now ! All plans 
made and he hasn't said a blooming thing except hard play- 
ing, just like a good little coach ought to ! A dictograph'd 
get nothing on you, if the Fardales had one under the table ! 
{Pretends to look for it.') Hullo ! Here's Jack and Foxy ! 
Howdy, fellows ! you're late ! 

{^Etiter Jack Wintley and ''Foxy*' Jones, c, rear. 
They throiu their caps, siueaters, etc., on the benches 
up c. and L. Foxy "^oes to a suit-case on bench l., and 
begins to stuff a jersey into it. Jack comes c. and chucks 
a head-guard on the table.) 

Jack. Hullo, fellows ! Sorry we're late. Waiting long? 
Evening, Warhorse ! 

Campbell. How'd the Fardales look? Big? See their 
left tackle ? Big, were they ? 

McGeely. Hullo, Jack ! Feeling fit, eh ? We're look- 
ing to you, sporting life ! ( Goes up c. and slaps Jack boister- 
ously on the back. To Foxy.) Evening, Foxy ! 

Foxy {over his shoulder). Hullo, Warhorse ! 

Jack {to McGeely). Never better, thanks ! Say, Bob, 
you should see Weston, their captain. He's a whale, and 



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then some ! Plays at full now, by the by, Harry. Make 
you look like a shrimp ! 

(Jack, Campbell and Painter sit at the table and talk in 
low voices. Campbell explains something frofn a note- 
book, lliey nod, question hmi, look at the book, etc.) 

McGeely. All right, fellows, Pll diagram what we cov- 
ered before you came in. Only last week's dope. Expect 
you know it all, anyway. Say, Bob, get busy and put Jack 
wise, will you ? His end of it, you know. Come here. 
Foxy. Sure you know your signals ? 

P'oxY. Wish 1 was sure of getting a chance to use 'em. 
{Draws piece of yellow paper from his pocket.) See that? 
That's the first thing 1 see every morning, and the last at 
night. 

{Puts it carelessly in pocket toward audience. It falls to 
floor.) 

McGeely (sternly). Pick that up, you dub. Don't 
leave that lying around. 

Foxy. Oh, don't get peevish, Warhorse. {Picks up 
paper and puts i?ito pocket.) Now, fire away. 

McGeely {over his shoulder). I'll be ready for you fel- 
lows in a minute. {To Foxy.) Well, Foxy, here's A, 
that's our right end. Now {Explains the play.) 

Painter {going over to bench up r. and throwing him- 
self down). Guess I'll rest a bit. Wake and call me early 

{Pretends to snore.) 

Campbell {tiltino back his chair). Make yourself at 
home. Jack. Now for the scheme ! 

(He is R., and]kCK l. of table.) 

Jack {restifig his elbows on the table). What's the card ? 
Missed much ? 

Campbell. Not a lot. Went over the hard spots of 
practice. Mac diagrammed the kick formation, Painter 
back, for the hundredth time in a week, I think. Wonder if 
he's doing it for your benefit now? 

{Looks over at McGeely.) 



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McGeely {sudde?ily tiirfiitig rou?id'). You've your job, 
Bob, and I've mine ! Suppose we both attend to our own. 
Get me? 

(^Again faces board, showing the play to Foxy, who nods.') 

Campbell. Righto ! I'm Johnny on the spot ! Don't 
you worry, VVarhorse ! 

Jack. 1 know that play by heart. Bob ! Why did War- 
horse want to see only us four after practice? 

Campbkll. Don't know. Jack, but 1 do know what I do 
want, and that's some real ginger, some college stuff to put 
the pep into us to-morrow ! Old Warhorse's so almighty 
square though, he wouldn't tell us anything good if he knew 
it, I believe. I told him what we needed, all right ! Gave 
it to him straight ! 

Jack. Why, we haven't any time now for new tricks 
against Fardale. How'd we ever practice them before to- 
morrow? It'd queer the whole team! Mess up every- 
thing ! 

(McGeely and Foxy still talking at blackboard, making 
diagrams, etc.) 

Campbell. Oh, I don't mean regular trick plays with 
signals and all. Of course, it's too late for new ones. I 
meant something that we three could pull off. The way 
they do at college in a big game like this. Warhorse said 
he only taught square football — good hard playing and all 
that. 

Jack. Of course, we're going to play hard all right, but 
that alone won't lick these Fardale clams. You just ought 
to see their size ! The whole slue of them ! We've got to 
win by using our heads in this little old game, believe me ! 

Campbell. I know it. So does Painter and everybody 
else. What're you going to do about it ? Old Mac just 
says play hard, play hard. Square's my middle name, so on 
and so forth ! What's he think we are, anyway ! 

Jack. What's he think we ought to do? What'd he get 
us here for? Has some wrinkle or other up his sleeve, I 
bet. 

Campbelt,. Listen, Jack, this is how I've sized it up. 
Warhorse knows we can't win with that left tackle of theirs 
in the game. He as good as said so. He said at college 
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Jack. You mean Charlie Smith ? I know him. In the 
same Scout Troop. You bet he can play football all right, 
but it's up to us, I guess, to play him one better. Thai's 
all I can see. 

Campbell. Sure ! That's the dope ! Warhorse said 
football wasn't a pink tea. With that tackle on the side 
lines, we stand a chance. Now, Jack, you're at end, and 
can pull it off. Brown at tackle will help you in the scrim- 
mage. Play Smith one belter, just as you said. See ? 

Jack. Hanged if i do ! Pull off what ? 

(McGeely and Foxy move over to bench l. Foxy haftds 
McGeely a head-guard, as though coinplaitiing that it does 
not fit. McGeely exammes it, but keeps his eye on Jack, 
also.) 

Campbell. Listen ! All you have to do is play hard, 
hard as ever you can against Smith ! Put all your pep and 
then some into one spot ! Fix him ! Do him one better, 
as you said. See, now? 

Jack. Sure thing! What'd you think Pd do? Don't 
you worry about your Little Willie ! Pll tire old Charlie 
Smilh till he's clean forgot which side he's on ! 

Campbell. Tire him nothing ! Tire your granny ! Jam 
him ! Slam him ! Ram him — you boob ! Play for him 
:in the scrimmage, never mind the ball ! We'll attend to 
that, once he's lugged to the side-lines ! Lay him out, that's 
the dope for you ! 

Jack. Look here, Bob, what's all this you're handing 
me? Do you want me to murder him? 

Campbell. Keep your shirt on, Jack. And quit joking ! 
This is serious. You've got to lay Smilh out, that's all 
there is about it. 

Painter [rising from the bench and coming dowti). 
Can't you let a fellow sleep? What's up now? 

{Stands back of table.') 

Jack. Bob wants me to lay for their tackle on purpose 
and get him. I said I could play the game just as well 
without that part of it. Don't you two worry about Smilh. 
Pll keep him busy, all right. 

Campbell. Say, Harry, explain it to him, will you ? 
He's so high-faluting, I can't make him see the difference 



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between playing hard and getting results 1 Wa,>ts a game 
°%'r;'r"'Nuf i^dT Here, Jack, oid n,an, you'll play 

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rrs::d'=r'ur^nith^o"?vtt:t:rhisnal.s, every 
1 11 bena y^^ ;"'■". , ^Yi ihey lug hiin off, you can 

""tcA^ay). Laying for a fellovVs a rmt", trick ! 

£r:nr ^::ng^n' n;:^^yXty viarto' . 

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just as I tell you, Jaclcl I'm captain of th.s team . 

1 can have my say ! What's wrong 

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Campbell. Jack says 

Ucr^The^ty^rtel^t to lay for Smith and fix him - 
I i^id Iwoull't do it, but I'd play lum hard enough to 
teen W\m out of mischief, and so 1 will. 

'"ucJ'otthe Fardale tackle. They seem to think I 
won't play hnn hard enough just because 1 sa.d 1 wouldn t 
lay for him on purpose. 1 hey re crazy . 

r^^^r^ ^o";:-: 17 for'sm^tn; ^n;Uy Le. 
^'^^':^:^^^.'"!'^ V^'u'on',, eh? Why not, ,f I tell 

nlcl 'imarlhi's team, didn't I, by playing clean foot^ 
ban for' three years? I don't intend to turn mucker m my 
last game. That's why 1 



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Campbell {jumping up). Mucker, is it? I'll have you 
call me a mucker ! 

Painter. Me, loo ! Better take that back ! {Threaten- 
ingly.) 

McGeely. Cut it out ! You won't play as 1 tell you, 
is that it, VVintley ? 

Jack. 1 won't play foul, if that's what you mean. Call 
it fair to lay for a fellow and foul him just because he's a 
better player than you are? Well, I don't think that's sport 
and 1 won't play that way. You wouldn't either, Bob, if 
you were a Scout. {Goes c.) 

Painter {sitti?ig on bench, r.). Well, ain't he the dearest 
little tin soldier that ever was ! Regular khaki saint on 
wheels ! 

Campbell {angrily). I'm captain of this team, do you 
hear me? {Pounds on table.) I'm not going to lose my last 
game at Rockby for you or anybody else ! Pity about 30U ! 

McGeely. Look here. Jack, what in the nanje of Mike 
has that got to do with it ? Here, you're end on my foot- 
ball team ! 

Jack. That's true, Warhorse, but i'm a Scout here, too, 
just as much as anywhere else. 

Painter {cooling off). They're only a team of rough- 
necks. They'll lay for us just the same ! Don't you re- 
member last year? 

Jack. Pll wear him down without slugging or fouling. 
Won't that do, Warhorse? 

McGeely {uncertainly). Hum ! You're a hard player. 
Jack, and you're fit as the next, that's sure. Say you'll go 
for him your very hardest, eh ? Keep him on the griddle? 
Promise ? 

Jack. Naturally. Think I'm a quitter? Smith'll have 
to work for all that is in him this time. {Comes dowfi C.) 

McGeely. Well, I suppose we may as well 

Foxy. Say, Jack, when a fellow's all tied up with this 
Scout stuff, how is it he can foul another Scout or lay him 
out? Same thmg ! You know as well as we do that you 
can't get your friend Smith on the side-lines just by hard 
playing. Can he, Warhorse? 

McGeely. Cut it out, Foxy ! This Smith a friend of 
yours, Jack? {Comes down r. c.) 

Jack. Sure, Warhorse, Pve been in the same Troop 
with Charlie Smith for three years, but I don't see as that 



FAIR PLAY 17 

cuts any ice. Think I'd let the Fardales gain by easing up 
on him ? 

McGeely. Hum ! Well, here's the way to square all 
sides. Promise you'll get Smith out of the game your own 
way, and we'll call it quits. If not, well, 1 guess Foxy here 
can handle right end pretty well. All 1 ask is to put Smith 
out of it any way you please. 

Painter. Don't be a fool, Jack! Think what the fel- 
lows will say ! ( Comes down k.) 

Campbell {coming down k. c). We only want you to 
play hard. Honestly, that's all it amounts to. The big 
players at college do it all the time. 

McGeely. There's such a thing as loyalty to the School, 
Winiley. Are you going to throw that over? Say the 
word ! 

Jack {ivalking up a?id down). How the dickens can I 
promise to get him out? 1 said I wouldn't foul him, and I 
won't, either. I'll try to wear him down, but he may last 
as long as I do. This isn't a square deal, VVarhorse, squeez- 
ing a fellow this way ! You know it isn't ! You know how 
hard I'll play ! 

McGeely {taking out his watch). One minute to de- 
cide 1 I'm tired of this ! 

Foxy. He puts this Scout mush above the team, that's 
what it really amounts to ! He'd better have gone to Far- 
dale in the first place. 

Jack. You'll have to take that back, Foxy ! 

Campbell. Oii, hurry up ! Make up your mind, can't 
you ? 

Foxy. Gee- whiz ! Wouldn't take me long to decide ! 
What's Scouts and stuff alongside of licking 'em to-morrow? 

(Jack crosses l. and sits on bench.) 

McGeely {to Jack, impatiently). Well, what's the de- 
cision ? 

{Knock at door tip c ) 

Campbell {angrily). Oh, who's that? Don't answer, 
anybody. 

McGeely. No. We want no listeners here. Let's dis- 
pose of him. {Loudly.) Come in. 

{Enter Charles Smith, looking about uncertainly.) 



l8 FAIR PLAY 

Smith. Oh, excuse me. I was looking for Jack Wintley. 

Jac:k {rising and going to Smith tip c). RiglU here, 
Charlie. Fellows, this is my friend Mr. Smith, tackle on 
the Fardale team. 

( The others nod i?i silence^ making 7io move. Smith nods and 
smites. Awkward pause. YoxY turns \.. and snickers.) 

Campbell (at last). Pleased to see you. 

Jack {quick/y). Charlie, excuse me. We have rather 
an important conference here. Last minute stuff, you un- 
derstand. Would you mind — just a moment 

Smith {smiimg). Oh, beg pardon. {Moves to door.') 
My mistake. I'll wait for you, Jack. 

Jack. With you in a jiffy. Sorry, old man. 

SMrra. Oh, that's all right. Good-night. 

{Nods and exit. McGeely goes up, looks after Smith, 
shuts door after hmi, and comes down R. c. Jack comes 
down c.) 

Foxy {down l.). Gee, you're thick as thieves, aren't 
you ? What's he snooping around here for ? 

McGeely (h. c). No" good, I'll bet. 

FuxY. Looks suspicious to me. {To Jack.) How 
much will they give you if you throw the game to Fardale? 

Jack {furiously). That's too much. 

{Springs at Foxy. They fight, down L. McGeely rushes 
L. and springs between them.) 

McGefxy. Cnt it out. {Pushes ] ack totmrd c.) Sit 
down, Foxy. {Pushes Foxy down o?i bench l.) Now, 
then, what's the answer? Quick ! 

Jack (down c). You know already. I'll play fairly. 

Campbell {down r. c). And you won't help us lay out 
this Suiiih? 

Jack. No ! 

McGeely. That settles it. Foxy, you go in at end to- 
morrow. You're not yellow, anyway. 

Foxy {springing tip). Whoopee ! I've made the team ! 
And you bet I'll stick. 

McGeely {to Jack). Report at the subs' bench to-mor- 
row in uniform. Let the fellows see what a quitter looks 
like. Now get out. 



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Jack. All right. I've nothing more to say. {Moves up 
L. and picks up cap and siveater. He pauses at door.) 
You and 1 will meet after the game, Foxy. Good-night. 

{Exit.^ 

Campbell. And good riddance. 

{He looks angry but a bit anxious.) 

McGeely ( going to Campbell and slapping him on back). 
Now, boys, we're going to beat Fardale ! 
Foxy. You bet ! Hurrah for Rockby ! 

{Throws up his cap.) 



QUICK CURTAIN 



ACT II 

SCENE. — Sa77ie as Act I. Door and wuidow open. Black' 
board and table removed. Game with Far dale in progress ^ 
and it is now ** between the halves.''^ 

{As the curtain rises, the Rockby players, disheveled and 
dirty, are discovered seated on the benches or standifig 
here and there about the room. They are busy k?iocki7ig 
tnud from their cleated shoes, arranging their togs, rins- 
ing their mouths with water, etc. Substitutes give them 
sweaters, and throw blankets about them. The Rockby 
rooters croivd about the doorway, looking in, excited, but 
silent. The players, grouped mostly at R., talk and ges- 
ticulate amofig themselves, while a few lie down as if ex- 
hausted. McGeely stands down R. with Foxy and 
Campbell. Jack, /// clean football togs, stands near the 
bench beneath the wmdow, up l. The field is supposed 
to be off a little to l., and i7i view from this window. 
Bill Patterson, the guard, sits on the bench tmder witi- 
dow, 7iursi7ig a twisted shoulder, i7]fured during the first 
half of the game. Jack is 7naki7ig a rude sling for him 
out of a piece of cloth.) 

McGeely {loiv voice). Say, Foxy, what's got into you ? 
This isn't any old maids' convention ! You're no belter 
than that poor dub over there ! {Foi7its toward Jack.) 
Can't you rough it up a bit ? 

Campbell. You haven't done a blooming thing so far ! 
Here's the last half and we've held 'em with only 3-0 against 
us ! Bill's out with a game shoulder {poi7iti7i^ towardVk'i- 
terson), but we've lots of time to score if you'd only get 
that tackle. Foul him or something, can't you? 

Foxy. Don't you suppose I've tried ! I've slugged till 
I'm tired. Bob, honest ! 

( Whistle sounds off stage. Campbeli- goes up R.) 

McGeely. Time's up! Second half! Now see here, 
Foxy. [Whispers to hi7n.) Get me ? (YoyiY nods.) All 
right, then, do it soon. No fooling. This is football ! 
20 



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Foxy. I'm wise ! Holy Mackerel ! You're a sly one, 
Warhorse ! 

Campbell. All right, fellows ! Get after 'em ! Here a 
minute ! 

{Up K. c. The players gather rou/i^i Campbell, up k. c.) 

Mr. Lawson {entering q. rear from field). Second half, 
Rockby ! Ah, Campbell, time's up ! Get your men on the 
field, please ! {Bloivs whistle atid stands up l.) 

Campbell. Yes, sir! {To Patterson.) Sorry, Bill ! 
Tough luck ! All right, fellows? Now then, all together! 

{The team run off by door up c, nodding to Patterson as 
they go.) 

Rockby Rooters {off stage l.). Yea, team ! team ! 
team ! Yea, Rockby ! Rockby ! Rockby ! 

Mr. Lawson {catching Foxy by the shoulder as he 
passes). Hey, there! Just a minute! You're at right 
end, aren't you ? Thought so. Here's a bit of advice, son, 
cut the dirty work, and cut it quick ! I've seen and i'ni 
warning you. Understand ? Get on, but play the game ! 

Foxy {going toivard door up c. ). You're in the wrong 
pew this time, Mr. Lawson ! 1 never did a single thing ! 

Mr. Lawson. That's all right ! Get to your place, but 
play fair! {Exit Foxy, c. Mr. Lawson /^ McGeely, 
ivho comes up l. looking worried.) You should watch 
that end of yours, McGeely. He's not playing the sort of 
football Rockby and Fardale stand for. He's 

McGeely. Oli, boys will be boys, you know, Mr. Law- 
son, in spite of all a coach can tell 'em. I've lectured till 
my tongue's blistered trying to get 'em to understand fair 
play ! That's my middle name — Square ! I always in- 
sist 

Mr. Lawson {drily). Too bad some of them seem to 
have missed your point. All right ! Timekeeper ! 

{lixit Up c., blowing his luhistle. The rooters disappear 
from the doorway, the subs pick up a pail of water and 
folio IV the team.) 

McGeely {to Jack, hnv voice'). Hope you're enjoying 
the grand-stand seat. I'll have a word or so for the fellows 
later on. Don't forget! {Goes over to Patterson, /// 



22 FAIR PLAY 

L. c.) Awfully sorry, Bill. Come out when you're fixed 
up a bit. Sure you're all right ? 

Patterson. All right, Warhorse. Don't bother about 
me. Jack' 11 soon have me in fine shape ! Some good in us 
Scouts after all, eh? {Exit McGeely, shruggins^ his 
shoulders.) Gee-whiz ! Jack, the line's holding finely 
to-day ! 

Jack. They've got to, if we're to have a smell at win- 
ning. How's Foxy playing, Bill ? 

(^Goes on fearing, folding ajid arrangifig his sling.) 

Patterson. Dirty, as usual. See the ump speak to him 
just now? Pretty raw player. Foxy is, I think. Say, Jack, 
why did they give him your place to-day, anyway? You've 
made good all season. 

Jack. Why do you suppose ? Plays more to War- 
horse's liking, I guess. 

Patterson. You mean he and Warhorse are a couple 
of 

Jack. Shut up, Bill ! They're going to kick off ! Let's 
watch the play ! 

( They go to wiudoiu. Umpire'' s voice a?id whistle sound 
off stage, L. Campbell is hear d encouragitig his team.) 

Campbell {off stage). Come on now, fellows ! Fight ! 
Fight hard ! 

RocKBY Rooters {off stage, l.). 

Gee-he ! Gee-ha ! Gee-ha ! Gee-he ! 

Rockby! Rockby ! Rockby ! We! 

Team ! Team ! Team ! 

( Whistle sounds.) 

Patterson. Hurry up with the sling, if you can ! I 
want to get outside ! 

Jack {holding the sling and lookitig out of window'^). 
Whee ! That's some kick ! Bob'll get it ! He's 

Patterson {looking out of window). Look at their 
ends ! Just look at their ends coming down under it ! 
Bob's 

* Note. — Players whose backs are toward the audience should be 
careful to turn their heads while speaking. 



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23 



Jack. He's got it ! He's — ah, a fumble ! (JSiaps his 
thigh.) Fall on it ! Fall on it ! 

( Whistle soutids.') 

Patterson. Their tackle has it ! Too bad ! We might 
have run it back ! 

(Jack iays down sling arid looks for safety-pins in a suit- 
case down L.) 

Voice (off stage, shrilly). Signals! Huntley back! 
Signals ! 2, 22, 36, 17, 8 ! — 16, 29 I 

Patterson. Gee I On our twenty-yard line, too I And 
first down I 

RocKBY Rooters (off stage, l.). Hold 'em, Rockby ! 
Hold 'em, Rockby ! Hold 'em I 

[Whistle soimds. Jack runs to window, holding pins.) 

Jack. That's the stuff I See Slim Jim break through 
that centre ! They lost that time ! 

Patterson. Second down and eleven to go ! Lost a 
yard ! Confound this arm ! 

Voice (offstage). Signals! Right end over ! 14,35, 
loi, 102 I — 7, 10 ! 

Jack. It's a forward pass ! I thought so ! He's missed it I 

Patterson. Their end's got it I It never touched the 
ground I (Bends forward.) They've made a touch-down ! 
(Whistle sounds.) Only three plays, too! Gee- whiz! 
What's wrong with us to-day, Jack ? 

(Sinks back on bench. Jack arranges the sling, looking 
from window.) 

Fardale Rooters (heard faintly off stage, l.). 
Fardale, rah I Fardale, rah ! 
Fardale ! Fardale ! rah 1 rah ! rah ! 
Team ! Team ! Team ! Hurrah ! 

Patterson. Hope they miss the goal ! (Bends for- 
ward.) What's that? Look, Jack, look, he's putting 'em 
back ! It's not a touch-down I Something's wrong ! 

Jack. Yea ! Must have been off-side ! Go after 'em ! 
Hold 'em, Rockby ! 

Voice (off stage). Signals ! Left formation ! 7, 52, 
27, 23, 31 1—9, 25 ! 



24 FAIR PLAY 

Patterson. Third down ! They'll never make it. 
Look at Bob tearing into 'em, will you ! Game as a bearcat, 
he is I Their man's free ! He's No, Jim's got him I 

( Whistle sounds^ 

Jack. Gained that time, they did ! Fourth down and 
one to go ! Hold 'em, can't you ! 

Voice {off stage). Signals ! loi, 102, 6, 28, — Signals 
off! Signals! Right formation ! 102, loi, 6, 17, 44! — 

1.3! 

( Whistle sounds.) 

Patterson. Our ball ! We held 'em that time. First 
down ! Hurrah ! 

RocKBY Rooters (off stage). Hurrah ! Yea, Rockby I 
Rockby ! Rockby ! 

Jack. Now let me fix that sling for you properly. Bill. 
Don't squirm so ! 

(Jack finishes the slifig and pins it in place. Puts a siveater 
about Patterson's shoulders ^ as the latter gazes out of 
the window.) 

Patterson {suddenly). What's wrong with Foxy ? Seems 
to me he's playing too near their tackle for a good offensive ! 

Painter's Voice {off stage, l.). Signals ! Left forma- 
tion ! 44, 12, 23, 72 — Signals! Left formation! Shift, 
can't you ! 44, 12, 23, 72, 89 ! — 14, 5 ! 

Jack {looking out of wi?idow). I'hat's a good play ! 
Watch Bob hit the line ! Why, he's — they've 

( Whistle sounds.) 

Rockby Rooters {cheering off stage) > Yea, Fardale ! 
Yea, Smith ! Smith ! Smith ! 

Patterson {picking up a blanket from the bench, then 
looking once more fro?n the window). Their back- field ran 
into centre just in time ! Lucky chance ! 

Rockby Rooters {off stage, l.). Yea, team ! team ! team I 
Yea, Rockby ! Rockby ! 

Jack. That's queer. Bill. They did meet our centre 
drive just right. 1 wonder if 

Voice {off stas^e, l.). Signals! Right formation ! 32, 
13, 25, loi, 93!— II, 15 1 

Patterson. Second down and ten to go ! 



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Jack. This is around Foxy's end ! I ought to know it ! 

Look, they've 

{^IVhistle sounds.) 

Patterson. Holy Mike ! They've met that, too ! Say, 
Jack, ihey must be getting on to our signals ! 

Jack. Great day in the morning ! Did you see them 
checkmate that run ! Foxy was quick enough, too ! 

Patterson. Nearly fourteen to go ! 

Jack. They're on to our signals, all right. They 
must be ! 

Patterson, We'll have to kick soon. I say — what's 
the matter with Bob ? 

{^Umpire's voice and whistle heard off l.) 

Mr. Lawson (off l.). Time out ! Campbell's hurt I 
Time out for Rock by ! 

RocKBY Rooters (^/"l.). Yea! Campbell! Campbell! 
Campbell ! 

(Sound of loud talking off stage. A couple of subs run into 
the training-room, grab a bucket of water a?id run out 
again.) 

Fardale Rooters (off l.). Yea, Fardale ! Campbell I 
Campbell ! Campbell ! 

{The Rockby Rooters, etc., off \.., clap hands.) 

(Enter McGeely, Mr. Lawson, and a player or so sup- 
porting Campbell, who limps ofi one foot and seetns to 
be suffering severely from a sprained ankle. The water 
carriers follow with their pail.) 

Campbell (trying to get back to the game'). Pm all 
right ! Let me alone ! 

Mr. Lawson. Get a chair ! Easy there ! (Jack slings 
a blanket about Campbell's shoulders and drags a chair up 
stage to door.) Thanks, sub ! Now then, captain, it's 
tough, but you're out. That's a bad sprain. Any doctor 
about ? 

(The Rockliy Roofers crowd about the doorway, but no doc- 
tor appears. They put Campbell on the chair up c, 
near the door.) 



26 FAIR PLAY 

McGeely {lip R. c). All right, Mr. Lawson, I'll fix him 
up. Get on with the game ! 

Mr. Lawson {at door up c). Very well. {To Camp- 
BiiLL.) Sorry, old man ! 

{Exit Mr. Lawson.) 

McGeely {to subs in doorway^. Hey there, Trainer ! 
It's up to you ! Get in at full ! Well, what are you wait- 
ing for ? 

{Subs^ etc, hurry off to field.) 

Campbell {trying to rise). I'm all right ! Be better in 
a minute ! {Groans.) 

Patterson (/// c). Holy Mike ! We're all getting it 
to-day ! Very bad, Bob? 

Campbell. Only this rotten ankle again. Hang it all ! 

Voice of Trainer {calling off stage). Mr. Umpire ! 
Trainer in at full for Rockby ! Campbell out ! 

( Whistle sounds.) 

Rockby Rooters {off l.). Yea, Trainer I Trainer ! 
Trainer ! 

Patterson. Awfully sorry, Bob. (7^^ McGeely.) Say, 
Mac, Jack's done my shoulder up in great shape. I'm 
going out to the bench now. 

{Exit, c.) 

Campbell. I'm all right ! They're on to us, Warhorse ! 

I tell you ! They've {Groans.) Ouch! They have 

our signals ! My, but this darn thing hurts ! 

McGeely (/// r. c). Let's have a look. A pretty bad 
foot, I'd say ! 

Jack {i/p l., comifig over to c). Can't I help? I've 
just put Bill's arm in a sling and it seemed to help him 

Campbell. Think I want a yellow quitter monkeying 
about me ! You'd lots better have minded your business 
and let toy doctoring alone, I'd say ! 

Jack. I'm sorry, Bob, you're still a sore-head. Don't 
have your old foot bandaged if you don't want to ! I don't 
care, I'm sure ! {Goes over to window up L.) 

McGeely {exaniining Campbell's foot, trying to get 
shoe off, etc.). This looks bad ! Say, Bob, what's wrong 
with the signals ? You said — is Foxy 



FAIR PLAY 27 

RocKBY Rooters {off l.). Hold 'em ! Hold 'em ! 
Hold 'em, Rockby ! 

{WJiistle sounds.) 

Campbell. I say, Warhorse ! (^Groans.) Don't tear 
my foot off ! Go easy, can't you ! 

McGeely {irritably). Better let that walking hospital 
do it then ! I don't understand this sort of thing ! (^To 
Jack.) Guess you're not too proud, eh ? No danger in 
doctoring ! You can't get hurt ! 

Campbell. Oh, let him see it, then ! (Jack cornes to 
Campbell.) Go easy. Jack, it's pretty tender ! 

Jack. 1 won't hurt any more than 1 have to. 

{Gets Campbell's shoe off by cuttitig the strings, picks up 
a large handkerchief from a suit-case, folds it and puts it 
about the ankle in a figure 8 bandage.) 

McGeely {to Campbell). What were you saying about 
the signals ? Have they 

Campbell. They're on to us, I tell you ! They start for 
our man even before the play begins ! 

McGeely {looking out door). I've noticed that ! It 
looks bad, certainly. 

Faudale Rooters {offu). Yea, Fardale ! Yea, Smith ! 
Smith ! Smith ! 

McGeely {gazing out of window). They gained that 
time ! Confound the boob ! 

( Whistle sounds.) 

Campbell. Foxy's a quitter ! No wonder Smith gains 
each play. He's afraid to do a thing ! 

Rockby Rooters {off l.). Hold 'em ! Hold 'em ! 
Hold 'em, Rockby ! 

{Whistle sounds.) 

McGeely {as Jack finishes the bandage). See here, 
Jack, it's only 3-0 ! We still can win or tie. Won't you 
be a sport and get that fellow Smith out of the game before 
it's too late ? 

Jack {looking out of window). I'd do my level best, 
Warhorse, honest, I will ! I'm fresh and I'll play him till 
he drops— without any dirty work. Let me go in now and 
show the fellows I'm not a quitter ! 



28 FAIR PLAY 

RocKBY Rooters {off stage). Hold 'em, Rockby ! 
Hold 'em, Rockby ! Hold 'em ! 

( Whistle sou fids.') 

McGeely. Look at this in the right way, Jack. The 
odds are all against us, and they're playing as crooked as a 
three-legged stove ! They've 

Campbell. Look what they did to me ! That was just 
a piece of their dirty work ! 

( Whistle soutids.) 

McGeely. You'll get in right with the fellows ! Why, 
even as a Scout you ought to help the under dog ! 

( Whistle sou fids.) 

Fardale Rooters (offu). Yea, Fardale ! Yea, Smith ! 
Smith ! Smith ! 

Rockby Rooters (off l.). Hold 'em, Rockby ! Hold 
'em, Rockby ! Hold 'em ! 

Jack. I know the odds are against us. Just give me a 
chance to get right ! Honest, I'll play like the very deuce, 
Warhorse ! That's all I ask ! Just a chance ! 

Campbell. I'm out of it ! What's a team without its 
captain ? They're on to our signals, even ! 

McGeely. They're playing a low down game. They 
laid out Bob and Bill on purpose ! Won't you even things 
up ? Turn about's fair play, you know, Jack. 

( Whistle sounds.) 

Campbell. Quarter's up ! Still 3-0 ! Hey, something's 
wrong 1 

McGeely (rufini/ig to door a fid lookifig out). It's Foxy ! 
What's he done now ? 

(Loud voices off stage.) 

Fardale Rooters (^/"l.). Foul! Put him off! Slug- 
ger ! Dirty work ! He slugged Smith ! Foul ! 

(Foxy appears outside door up c, looking back over his 
shoulder.) 

Foxy. I did not, Mr. Lavvson ! I don't care what you 
say, I didn't foul ! That's a 



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29 



McGeely {grabbing his arm). Shut up ! Would you 
sass the ump ? Haven't you any sense ? 

Foxy {loudly). 1 didn't foul ! Think I'll let that poor 
dub call me a slugger ! ( Winks at McGeely.) 

RocKBY Rooters {off l.). Give him a cheer ! Cheer 
for Foxy ! 

McGeely {calling to rooters out of wifidoiv). Make it 
for the team ! The ump says he fouled ! We must play 
fair, fellows, tliat's my middle name ! 

RocKBY Rooters {off l.). Yea, Rockby ! Yea, team! 
team ! team ! 

(Foxy sits on bench down r., ivrapping a blatiket about 
him.) 

McGeely {to Jack). Well, Jack, it's up to you now ! 
Will you say the word ? I hope the odds are enough to 
satisfy you ? 

Jack (/// a low voice). I can't even the odds by playing 
a dirty game, can 1? You know what I'll do, VVarhorse; 
shall 1 go in ? {Takes off his sweater.) 

McGeely. You'll not ! You low down quitter ! You 
bluffer, you ! I'd rather have a green sub than the likes of 
you any time ! Foxy, you certainly have managed to queer 
things in fine style ! 

{Exit McGeely /// c, grumbling to himself. Whistle 
sou fids.) 

Voice {calling off l.). Mr. Umpire ! Watson at end 
for Jones ! 

( Whistle sounds. Campbell turns his chair so he can look 
off L. out of door.) 

RocKBV Rooters {off l.). Yea, Watson ! Watson ! 
Watson ! 

Foxy. Know what I believe ? (T'^? Jack.) You're the 
one who's put 'em wise to our signals ! You're the only one 
mean enough for such a trick ! 

Fardale Rooters {offh.). Yea, Fardale ! Yea, Smith ! 
Smith ! Smith ! 

Jack. Foxy, it's about time you and I had a setdement, 
and you'll get yours in just about half a minute! {Goes 



30 



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threateningly to Foxy, r.) You said a little too much that 
time ! 

Campbell. Some one's put 'em wise. They nail our 
man every time ! 1 guess J can see ! 

( Whistle sounds.^ 

Foxy {remaining quietly on bench, p.). Yes, Jack, fight 
a fellow when he's ail in, why don't you ? You're a sport, 
all right ! Hit me ! 

Jack. Very well. I'll wait ! But you'll get what's 
coming to you, never you fear, or you'll take back what you 
said ! 

Foxy. Think I'm afraid of a quitter? You got sore at 
being left out of the game and you squealed the signals to 
your friend Smith ! That's what's the matter with you 1 
Just wait till I tell the fellows ! 

Jack {quietly). That's not true, Foxy, and you know 
it ! You'll take that back right now or I'll 

{Grabs Foxy by the collar. They fight. Whistle sounds.') 

McGeely {entering c, rear'). Last quarter ! Hey, 
what's up? {Comes down L., and pulls ]hCY^ and ^Qyi\ 
apart, as they fight ^ Cut it out, you ! 

Campbell {nursing his ankle as he turns toward Foxy). 
Foxy says Jack squealed the signals. They were just be- 
ginning to warm up ! Pity you came and spoiled it ! 

(McGeely separates them, throwing Foxy roughly back on 
the bench^ r., a7id holding Jack by the arm, as he 
struggles.) 

Jack. That's a lie ! Let go, Warhorse, can't you ? 
Foxy said — let me go, I say ! 

Foxy. He hit me first ! He waited till I was all in from 
playing hard ! Coward ! Quitter ! 

(Jack puts on his sweater.) 

McGeely. Cut it ! Want to queer the whole school 
with your loud mouthed bicker? Cut it out ! 

{Whistle sounds. ^k<ZK goes up l, and looks out 7vindow.) 

Foxy. You saw him yourself, Warhorse, going off with 



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31 



that tackle of theirs last evening. How else did they get on 
to our signals, I'd like to know ? Tell me that. 

RocKBY RooTEKS (off i..). Hold 'em, Rockby ! Hold 
'em, Rockby ! Hold 'em ! 

Fardale Rooters {off stage). Yea, Fardale ! Yea, 
Smith ! Smith ! Smith ! 

(McGeely goes up c. afid looks out of door. Yoy..Y follows 

him.) 

Foxy. What was Smith sneaking around the gym for, 
anyway ? Tell me that. {Sits on floor at door c.) 

Campbell. 1 wondered, too. Say, Jack, it does look 
pretty bad for you — after going back on us and all ! 

Jack. You're as bad as Foxy ! Can't a fellow speak to 
a friend ? If it weren't for your ankle, I'd show you both 
who's a quitter ! 

Voice {offi..). Signals! right formation ! 2,1,27,15, 
91 1—36, II ! 

Fardale Rooters {off l.). Hurrah! Hurrah! Yea, 
Fardale ! Come on ! 

McGeely {at door). Their man's dodged ! He'll 
score ! Dive for him. Painter ! Nail him, you dub ! 

Jack {looking from witidow). Hurrah ! Harry's got 
him ! Some tackle I 

Rockby Rooters {off l.). Yea, Painter! Hurrah! 
Yea, Rockby ! That-a-boy ! etc. 

Foxy. He's d'ropped it ! They've fumbled ! Whee ! 
Grab it ! 

Campbell {be?iding forward in his chair). Watson's 
got it ! Look at him running it back ! Hurrah ! That's 
the way ! 

( Whistle sounds.) 

Rockby Rooters {off l.). Yea, Rockby ! Rockby ! 
Rockby ! Watson ! Watson ! 

McGeely {suddenly). Our ball ! That's playing at 
last ! That's the ticket ! Hey, Jack, you boob, I don't 
care if you have given away the signals, the damage's done 
now ! We've just a chance, and you're the man ! Shoot, 
kid I Hit the line ! 

Foxy {fmtiping up). I'd lots rather lose the game than 
have a quitter play ! Of course, he's squealed to Smith. 
They're both Scouts, aren't they? 



32 FAIR PLAY 

McGeely. Shut up, Foxy ! He's squarer than you, at 
all events. Hey, Jack, get in at end and be hanged to you ! 
Send Markhani back ! Watson at full ! See ? Play as you 
please and don't forget you've been called a quitter! 
Vamoose ! Smash 'em ! Shoot ! 

Campbell {trying to rise). Don't you do it. Jack ! Do 
you hear? I'm captain of this team! He did sneak off 
with Smith, you know he did, Warhorse ! 

Jack {tip l. c). If 1 make good, McGeely, will you take 
back what you said? 

McGeely. Make good first ! Talk afterward ! Well, 
get a move on, can't you? 

Jack. I'll play all right ! Watch me ! I'll show you 
who's a quitter ! {Exit c. a?id to l., teari?fgat his sweater. 
Calls off L.) Mr. Umpire ! Mr. Umpire ! Wintley in at 
end for Rockby ! Markham out ! {Whistle sounds!) 

RocKBY Routers (^/"l.). Yea, Markham ! Markham! 
Markham ! Yea, Wintley ! Wintley ! Wintley I 

( Whistle sotnids. ) 

Voice (offh.). Signals! Right formation ! 52,33,24, 
II, 13 ! — 9, 22 ! 

McGeely. That's a good one ! They're using Jack 
right off! Guess I'll go ! 

{Exit c, ru fining toward L.) 

Campbell. It's a forward pass to Jack ! He's around 
end already ! 

Foxy. Why doesn't Painter throw it? Why doesn't the 
boob throw it ? 

Campbell. Look ! He's kept it, and he's off the other 
side ! He's clear ! 

Rockby Rooters {off l.). A trick! Yea, Painter! 
Come on ! Come on ! 

Campbell {kneeling on bench). He's going strong ! 
He's dodging like an eel ! Come on ! 

Foxy. Look ! He's tackled ! He's fumbled 1 Oh, 
why couldn't you hold it ! 

Rockby Rooters {off i..). Hurrah ! Jack's got it ! 
Hurrah ! Yea, Scout ! That-a-boy ! Come on ! Run, 
you dub ! 

Foxy. Jack's picked up the fumble ! He's making a 
run I 



FAIR PLAY 33 

Campbell {excitedly'). Come on, Jack ! Run, you 
slob ! Oh, can't you run ! 

RocKBY Rooters {off l.). Yea, Jack ! Jack ! Jack ! 
Yea, Wintley ! 

{Whistle sounds.) 

Foxy. First down and our ball on their forty-five yard 
line ! Jack's playing like a mad bull ! The poor pickle ! 

Campbell. Only luck we've had to-day ! See him get 
by Smith, did you ? Jack's a bear, when he's really mad ! 

Voice {off l.). Signals ! Left formation ! 7, 2, 29, 7, 
171—28, 51 ! 

Foxy. That means Jack again. It's an end run. 
Watch ! 

Campbell. He's around safely ! Hurrah! We gained 
that time ! Yea, Jack ! 

( IVhistle sounds. ) 

Foxy. Another first down — gee ! What's got into the 
poor clam ? See Jack hit that line, did you ? Thought 
they'd busied his neck for sure ! 

RocKBY Rooters {off l.). Yea, Rockby ! Yea, Jack ! 
Jack ! Jack ! 

Fardale Rooters r^-'^L.). Yea, Fardale ! Yea, Smith ! 
Smith ! Smith ! 

( Whistle heard off stage.) 

Campbell {leaning forivard). One minute to play ! 
One minute more ! {Whistle sounds.) Oh, pshaw ! Just 
our luck ! Time's up just as soon as we reach scoring dis- 
tance ! Jack sure is ripping into 'em — have to hand him 
that ! 

Rockby Rooters {off l.). Play hard, Rockby ! Play 
hard, Rockby ! 

Fardale Rooters {off l.). Hold 'em ! Hold 'em ! 
Hold 'em, Fardale ! 

Foxy. First time they've sung that tune to-day ! Only 
thirty to go ! 

Voice (offh.). Signals! Trainerback! 51,2,23,29, 

15 '— 7» 65 ! 

Campbell. Jack again ! They're making him work for 



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FAIR PLAY 



his money all right ! Hurrah ! He's clear ! He's going 
to score ! 

(^Whistle sounds.) 

Foxy. Thirty-five yards, clean ! Only a few feet to go ! 

Campbell. They'll kill Jack if they don't give the kid 
a let up, that's one thing sure ! They've used him every 
play ! He sure can rip 'em up, though ! 

Voice {off l.). Signals ! Right formation ! Wintley 
over ! 19, 11, 6, 16, 28 ! — 32, 5 ! 

Foxy. Still Jack ! Watch him buck the line ! See ! 
He's smashed 'em through ! He's gone through as if he 
were a back ! Hurrah! He's scored ! He's 

Campbell {springifig tip). We've scored ! A touch- 
down ! Yea ! Jack's scored ! Did you see him rip into 
them ? Did you see him tear through them. Foxy ? Did 
you ? 

RocKBY Rooters {yeUivg wildly off l.). Yea, Wintley I 
Wintley ! VVinlley ! Yea, Jack ! Hurrah ! 

Campbell. Six to three ! We've got 'em, Foxy ! We'll 
win after all ! Hurrah ! 

{Tries to rise, pounds on his chair, efc.) 

RocKBY Rooters {off l.). Yea, Rockby ! Yea, Jack! 
Jack ! Jack ! 

Foxy {running to windoiv). Painter's going to kick the 
goal ! 

Campbell. Steady, Harry ! Take your time ! Go easy, 
that's 

( Whistle sounds. Sound of ball being kicked off stage.') 

Rooteks {off L ). Ah! It's a He's missed 

the 

Foxy {leaping about). A goal ! Hurrah! He's made 
it! 

(Foxy tosses his head-guard into the air.) 

Campbell. Seven to three ! We've won ! Seven to 
three ! Yea, Painter ! Say, didn't Jack rip through 'em 
like a little old steam roller — like a little old ram ? 

( IVh is tie soun ds . ) 



FAIR PLAY 35 

RocKBv Rooters {off l.). 

Gee-he! Gee- ha ! Gee- ha ! Gee-he! 
Rockby ! Rock by ! Rockby ! We ! 
Team! Team! Team! Jack! Jack! 
Jack! Yea, Jack ! 

Foxy. Jack's won the game all right, I guess. Never 
saw him play like that before, though ! Say, some joke on 
us after all our plans ! Played fair, too ! 

Voice {off l.). Time 1 Time ! 

Mr. Lawson {off V,,). Time's up ! Game's over — seven 
to three — Rock by 's favor I 

(^Whistle sounds.') 

Foxy. He played straight as a church, Jack did I I 
watched him. Holy cats ! Think of me I 

{^Comes down R.) 

Rockby Players {offh.). 

Rah, Rockby 1 Rah, Rockby ! Rah, Rockby I 
Rah ! Rah 1 Rah 1 Rockby I 
Fardale I Fardale 1 Fardale 1 

Fardale Players (off h.). 

Fardale, rah 1 Fardale, rah ! 
Fardale I Fardale I rah 1 rah I rah I 
Rockby 1 Rockby 1 Rockby ! 

(Rooters clap. The Rockby players, subs, etc., enter Q.., 
rear. The rooters crowd about the hot and dirty players, 
slap them on the back, shake hands, etc. McGeely eti- 
ters c. The boys lift Jack onto their shoulders and 
carry him about the stage, despite his protests. Ot tiers 
pick up Campbell's chair and carry him down L.) 

Rockby Rooters. 

Gee-he I Gee-ha I Gee-ha ! Gee-he I 
Rockby ! Rockby ! Rockby ! We I 
Wintley I Wintley ! Wintley I Yea, 
Jack I Jack ! Jack ! 

Jack. Let me be, can't you? Don't be such idiots I 
{They carry him doivn Q. They cheer all the more.) Let 
me down ! Let me— all right, then, don't 1 Here, every- 



36 FAIR PLAY 

body ! A cheer for Bill Patterson and Bob I They're both 
hurt 1 



McGeely {to Foxy; both dowiiv^.'). Seem to sort of 
overlook us, eh, Foxy ? 



{They let Jack dotvn and continue their cheering.') 
\ both down \ 

(Foxy fiods.) 

RocKBY Rooters. 

Rah, Rockby 1 Rah, Rockby I Rah, Rockby I 
Rah I Rah I Rah I Rockby 1 
Campbell 1 Campbell 1 Campbell I Patterson 1 
Patterson I Patterson ! 

{The rooters croivd about the players on the benches. Foxy 
and McGeely push up toward the door, c.) 

McGeely {to crowd). Now, boys, get outside and give 
us a chance to clean up here. {Goes to door.) 

Rockby Rooters {crowding after him, yelling). Yea, 
good old McGeely I 

{Exit McGeely, c, followed by the crowd. Foxy goes to 
ivindow.) 

Campbell. Hey there, Jack, nice playing. Some rip- 
saw you are, boy I 

(Painter and other members of team croivd aroujid door 
looking off. ) 

Jack {going l. to Campbell's chair). You've changed 
your tune. Bob. Slill think I'm a crook, or a quitter ? 

Campbell {a bit ashamed of Imnself). You won for the 
school. That's all I care about. 
Rockby Rooters {off stage). 

What's the matter with Warhorse? 
He's all right 1 
Who's all right ? 
Warhorse 1 

Jack {pointing to door). McGeely did it. — He caused 
the trouble. Isn't that so? 

Campbell. Yes. He said it was the way they did it at 
college. 



FAIR PLAY 37 

Jack. I know. Worried about bis job. Wei], he had 
good reason. He's canned for next year, anyway. Patter- 
son got it straight from 

(^E liter Smith at door, c.) 
Campbell. Here's your friend Smith, Jack. 

(Smith conies down c. Foxy comes down r.) 

Smith. Hello, Jack, shake hands, old boy. We couldn't 
both win. 

Jack. Thanks, Charlie, old horse. Sorry it was you we 
beat. You've met Campbell? 

Smith. Sure. {^Goes over l. and shakes hands zvith 
Campbell. He laughs.) Say, 1 want to show you some- 
thing. 

{Pulls out of his head- gear the piece of yellow paper which 
Foxy had in Act /, and hands it to Campbell.) 

Campbell. Our signals I Where did you get this? 

(Foxy sees paper and begins to edge toward door.) 

Smith. I picked it up in the street last night on my way 
to the hotel. 

Campbell (i-//^r//v). Foxy! Come back here. (Foxy 
comes backy down R.) Is this the paper you had here last 
night ? 

Foxy. Oh, I guess so. What's the difference ? We 
won, didn't we? 

(Smith looks at him with contefupt.) 

Campbell. If we did it's not due to you. {Raises his 
voice.') Oh, boys, call in McGeely and the crowd. 

Members of Team {calling off ). Here, Warhorse. 
Here, fellows. Come in. Bob wants you. 

(McGeely enters c, followed by crowd. The croivd and 
the members of team fill the stage up l., up c, and at r. 
Foxy and McGeely down r. Jack, Campbell and 
Smith are joined doivn l. by Painter.) 

Painter. What's up. Bob ? 

{Crowd is laughing and talking.) 



38 FAIR PLAY 

Campbell (risifig, supporting himself by an arm on 
Jack's shoulder). Fellows. {^He holds up a hand^ and 
everybody is suddenly silent.) Boys, we won to-day, by 
good luck. 

Smith. No — you deserved it, 

(^Crowd clap.) 

Campbell. I'm not so sure. Through a terrible mistake, 
a — misunderstanding — we kept oif the team one of the best 
players we had. {Crowd begins to talk excitedly. Camp- 
bell holds up his hand. Silence.) And we put on one 
player whose carelessness nearly lost us the game. 

{Looks at Foxy.) 

A Rooter. But we won, Bob 1 

Campbell. Yes — because the man we kept off went in 
at last and did what no one else could have done — scored. 
{Wild yells from rooters — '' Hurray for Jack,'' etc.) Now 
1 want to apologize before you all to the good Scout and 
fine player who won the game for Roxby — Jack Wintley. 

(Jack happily grips Campbell's hand. The rooters yell 
and rush for Jack, lifting him to their shoulders. He 
protests laughingly.) 



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